1 in 7 Billion (Harry Styles)

Chapter 31

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Hayley POV:

I wake up with a face full of vanilla curls and I'm suffocating due to tattooed arms wrapped around me. Before I can even think about how I got into this surprising delightful situation, the pounding in my head is dying to get my attention.
I ignore it the best I can and run my finger tips up and down Harry's arms in an attempt to subtly wake him.

"Mmmmmm." He hums in my ear. "Morning."

Top 5 favorite things:
•Mac and Cheese
•Christmas music
•The smell of waffles.
•Puppies
•Harry's morning voice.

And that last one is slowly inching its way to the top and most favorite on my list.

"You're squishing me." I say quietly in order to not disturb him or my own headache. "I need to get some Advil. Like now."

This only made him hug me tighter to him and this brought his bare chest to my attention.
I'm going to need at least 4 Advil..

He kissed me gently on the temple and released me from his warm grasp. "I'll get it. Medicine cabinet?"

I sighed in relief, for he was such a sweetheart. "Yes. In the bathroom."

I had to close my eyes to keep myself from gawking at Harry's body.
Holy shit I'm too hungover for this.

He returned with the Advil and and a glass of water and I thanked him before I took the items from him. He crawled back into bed and pulled me into him.

"You were quite the laugh last night. I don't suppose you remember much, but I sure do." He said into my ear with the cutest giggle I've probably ever heard.

"Oh boy." I can only imagine the things I said and did. I've been known for being a brutally upfront drunk with little to no control over my words.

"Oh boy is right. You told me not to come over because I'm a fun-ruiner, but I think you quickly changed your mind when I got here."

"I'm a hopeless drunk. You should probably know that. And I'm terrified at what your last little comment means." I laugh at my own expense.

"Well you tried to jump my bones and then begged me stay." I could literally hear his stupid smirk on his face.

"I did not." I claim, but honesty wouldn't be surprised if I did. I've also been known as a horny drunk so I probably shouldn't ever be allowed around alcohol to begin with.

"Oh Harry, you're so pretty! Oh Harry, let me just stick my tongue down your throat. Oh Harry, please stay! Oh Harry, kiss me! Oh Harry,-"

I covered his mouth with my hands to keep him from talking any further. My cheeks bright red and eyes wide in embarrassment.
"Please, stop."

He just laughed wildly. It wasn't helping my pounding headache, but he was so adorably annoying.

"Personally, I'm a huge fan of drunk Hayley." He beamed at me with that damn lopsided smile.

"Personally, I think you're an ass."
This only made him smile bigger and he scooted closer to kiss me. He pecked me twice, but didn't back away. his face still dangerously close to mine. He looked up to catch my gaze as if asking for permission. I simply closed mine and leaned in close enough to just tease him. I giggled wildly and he just shook his head - unable to hide his smile. What started as innocent, became much more passionate. His hands were roaming my body and my hands were tangled into his curls. We were full-on making out when his phone started to ring from his pants on the floor.